Wacky Words Unveiled!

Happy Saturday! Sheesh! The kids are having a four-day weekend. Yesterday
was unplanned, as Mother Nature treated us with a wee but of freezing rain.
Monday is Family Day, here in Ontario, and several other Canadian provinces.

My oldest daughter, Amanda, turns 16 on February 22. Wait? What happened to
that toddler who used to waddle around like a starfish in her snowsuit, and
LOVED, Dora The Explorer?

But like time, I must press on, because yours is valuable and I just know
you’re dying to know the answers to these crazy words. It’s not all fun and
games on this blog; you are about to learn some highly transferable
wordsmithing here. Pshaw! No . . . it’s fun and games.

If you haven’t had a chance to do the quiz, you can either scroll down to
the last post, or click on this link.  Wacky Word Quiz   

First up, we have the one that would get the best reaction should you ever decide to call someone it. Have your cell phone camera ready, because the face may look something like this: 

FARTLEK: A: an activity runners do when they switch between sprinting and jogging

Did you get that one? I mean; how did they come up with that? Maybe the certain displacement of gases produced by the runner’s efforts? 🙂

Next up, we have Bumber Shoot: C: umbrella

What a downer, unless it’s raining. I was expecting some voracious carnivore of a weed, launching up from a jungle floor to snatch unsuspecting prey.

Ummm . . . moving on. Do you think the woman in the photo below just might be an

Abecedarian?

NOPE! Unless she’s a C:  anyone currently learning the alphabet

“Hey! Are you calling me a skirl?”

“We’d never dream of it, Betty, um, I mean, Sparkle Twirl.” (Ya, I don’t get the nickname, either, I think she gave it to herself.)

SKIRL = A: the loud wailing sound produced by bagpipes

So there you have it! Go forth and use these words liberally, in whatever context you’d like, for not many will know what the heck you’re talking about!

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Answers to the Wacky Word Quiz

Originally I’d planned on running this post yesterday, but things got a little busy and time slipped through my fingers. I apologize for any sleepless nights, or index finger twitches, that were caused by hovering over ‘Search’ buttons. 🙂

Relief has come, the veil of mystique has been pulled away.

Everyone, take a deep breathe and prepare yourselves to be dazzled!

Are you dazzled, yet?

Oh, alright, here’s the answers . . . I know you’ve got things to do.

Bumfuzzle:

A: to be confused

Tarradiddle

C: a lie

Sialoquent

B: tendency to spray saliva when speaking

Ratoon

C: small shoots that come from the roots of a plant

There, now you have received a gift, knowledge. I suggest you use this newfound power liberally, whereever you can, or just ransomly insert them into a conversation. Please have your camera ready, for you shall be rewarded with expressions like the one below.

Word of the day

Some peope refer to this as ‘catting’.

Feathered Guests

A good Saturday morning to all! Today, the sun shines with only a few wispy clouds dotting the sky. I want to tell you about a little adventure we had on our yard last week. The tale proves that your feet don’t need to carry you past the gatepost to create lifelong memories.

The COVID Pandemic has slowed the world, and though not a pleasant experience, it has taught us to appreciate the simpler pleasures. Like the little duck, we named Griffin, that wandered onto our lawn last week.

At first, we were surprised by the proximity to which we could approach Griffin. We reasoned he must belong to a local. Tanya put a shout out on social media, but no owner came forward.

There were some guesses as to what type of duck, and the gender. Know-it-All Google had the answer. A comparison of photos led to the conclusion that our guest was a Muscovy.  No one had the stomach to physically check for gender, so we relied on an online list of observed behaviors that indicated it was a dude.

Now, Muscovy ducks dine on mice, snakes, and other vermin, so in my books that makes Griffin a hero. We all agreed Griffin was welcome to stay.

Griffin chose the area under the treehouse and our kids happily tended to his needs.

Just make yourself comfortable, Griffin. Need anything?

 

Um . . . I’m no expert on drinking from a frisbee, but wouldn’t the water stay in better if you leave your feet out?

 

How about a bucket, is that better?

Homemade duck bath, equals one happy fowl.

 

Meanwhile, in the front yard, this poor baby needed saving. Reuntited with a chirping Mother Robin moments after this was taken.

That night we camped in the wilds of our backyard, and when I awoke and exited the tent, Griffin was under the treehouse, standing guard.

Well, for us older folks, and perhaps just us Canucks, the whole story ended like an episode of the Littlest Hobo.  The next day we woke to find Griffen had moved on. Perhaps to brighten the day for another COVID weary family.

 

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